Saturday, October 15, 2011

I think it's funny when I meet someone for the first time when I'm in my "Happy Valley Mom" mode and there are the usual pleasantries and obligatory small talk of a first meeting.

I always know their faces would betray them. You know those smiles, the ones that are oddly frozen in disbelief while trying to maintain a since of calm? I chuckle a little when I imagine their reaction(s) should they one day see my shattered image.

You know, the one that kicks back with my biker buddies in a dive bar drinking a beer instead of a Cosmo, or some such acceptable drink.

You all know of my dual personalities, the ones of you that have access to my other blog know the third personality that resides within this soul.

But these people I meet for the first time would never, ever suspect that I have a 3/4 back tattoo, a Harley sitting in my garage, a closet full of leather garb and the tendency to want to belong more to the "other" world than the one I currently live in.

Although I don't want to give up my house, my Mercedes, my jewelry....I guess that's my shallow side. It's all a facade. What I'd really rather be in is tight jeans, my fringed chaps, backless, a leather halter, tattoo showing top and motorcycle boots.

Maybe it's because I kind of know you, or maybe it's because I've never lived in Happy Valley, but your two sides (especially as depicted here) look strikingly similar to me. I don't differentiate: you're a bad-ass diva, and on the other hand you're a bad-ass diva.

Ah, yes; the multiple sides of a different Diva. As in most Divas don't wear motorcycle boots. They could if they wanted to, but they don't. On the other side, you do. Which probably makes them jealous. Or something.Come to think of it, if I were meeting you for the first time, I would expect you to be riding a Harley and wearing Biker Boots. Anything less would be truly disappointing.

"Really, really cute Harley boots" seems strange. "Cute" and "Harley boots" just doesn't quite fit, somehow. "Rugged" and "Harley boots" appears to be the more logical combination.Just "Diva-esque" I guess. If it works for you, go for it! Along with the black nail polish.Besides, what does a Bear know about anything?

You have your cake and champagne and are able to eat and drink them too!! YAY!! ... you are probably more true to yourself than the other happy Valley "ladies".

I recall the days of equally being comfortable in high heels, suits, or ball gowns as when I was wearing jeans and a T-shirt. Often bringing these two sets [of very different] of friends together at BBQs or dinner parties at my home. I admire you for living life to the fullest!

I feel like I've been to your page before but I can't remember. All I know is that my dad (a Harley guy) would LOVE you. But he's married to my mom so of course he would love you only in the platonic sense. Anyway, I loved seeing both sides to you. I'm super intrigued by your third side!

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I was diagnosed with bipolar 2 in 2008, however, after years of therapy, and treatment, my doctors, victims assistance, and other officials, have now convinced me that I don't have bipolar, but rather severe PTSD.

I'm now closing old books and opening new ones. I'm embarking on a new journey, a new life awaits, and I'm ready for the adventures yet to come, and to seek out all the world has to offer.